First Immortal of the Sword

The Celestial River Realm’s Frigid North Sword Pavilion?

This was the first time the vast majority of the cultivators present had heard of that name and world, leaving them befuddled.

The old blind man, however, furrowed his brow in thought. A moment later, he slapped his forehead; he’d remembered.

Just like the Bright Sky Realm, the Celestial River Realm was one of the Wilds’ thirty-three subsidiary worlds.

And the Frigid North Sword Pavilion was the Celestial River Realm’s top faction of sword cultivators!

“So it’s them!” Pu Jue, Pu Surong, and their group finally reacted.

As experts of the Bright Sky Realm’s Purple Moon Fox Clan, they naturally knew about the Celestial River Realm’s Frigid North Sword Pavilion.

However, they wouldn’t have guessed that the experts of the Frigid Sword Pavilion also controlled a spatial tunnel to the Azure Continent, nor had they guessed they’d get involved in today’s conflict!

“The Celestial River Realm, the Frigid North Sword Pavilion…” Su Yi looked as if he were trying to recall something. 

A while later, he remembered. The founder of the Frigid North Sword Pavilion was an Imperial Realm expert of one of the Wilds’ six great Daoist orthodoxies, the Ten Thousand Scriptures Dao Garden.

There was therefore a bit of a connection between the Frigid North Sword Pavilion and the Ten Thousand Scriptures Dao Garden.

And prior to his reincarnation, the Ten Thousand Scriptures Dao Garden had been one of the numerous factions beneath his banner.

That made this rather interesting.

The founder of the Frigid North Sword Pavilion was an Emperor from the Ten Thousand Scriptures Dao Garden, and the Ten Thousand Scriptures Dao Garden was one of his subordinate factions. If he really got down to it, the founder of the Frigid North Sword Pavilion would have been nothing but a junior to him in his past life, someone completely unworthy of his attention.

That was why it took Su Yi a moment’s thought to recall all this.

He hadn’t concerned himself with this faction in his past life. Why would he concern himself with it now?

Yet now, three Spiritual Revolution cultivators of the Frigid North Sword Pavilion were trying to seize his good fortune. This made Su Yi’s expression a bit strange.

Fortunately, the connection between us is slight. Otherwise, they’d really be ‘bullying their ancestors’… thought Su Yi.

“Those two are both experts of our Frigid North Sword Pavilion as well,” said the middle-aged man who called himself Wang Zhongyang. He smiled faintly as he introduced them.

“I’m not sure whether or not you’ve heard of us, Fellow Daoist, but in truth, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that the Seed of the Azure will only result in extreme peril for you!”

Here, he paused and inclined his head in solemn greeting. “Inept as I may be, I’m willing to bear this harbinger of danger on your behalf.”

“....”

He made it sound awfully nice, but who could have failed to realize his true intentions?

Huan Shanglin, Xie Zhibei, and the others furrowed their brows. The appearance of Wang Zhongyang’s group presented yet another variable!

“The karma attached to the Seed of the Azure is heavy indeed, but alas, a stick-legged, stick-armed figure like you cannot hope to bear its weight,” said Su Yi. As he spoke, he swept his gaze around the area. “Would anyone else like to step out into the open?”

The crowd was dumbstruck. What kind of situation does he think this is? It’s like he thinks he doesn’t have enough enemies yet!

Fu Qingyun was just here as a witness, but the corners of his lips nonetheless twitched. 

When no one else responded, Su Yi couldn’t help but sigh. This pitfall trap was indeed a bit too obvious; the enemies who’d yet to show themselves were unwilling to just obediently jump inside.

Of course, Huan Shanglin, Xie Zhibei, Wang Zhongyang, and their cohorts weren’t stupid. If they dared step out into the open, it was naturally because they’d made ample preparations.

It was even highly likely that their allies were lying in wait to coordinate with them.

But then, Su Yi couldn’t be bothered to think about any of that. If his opponents didn’t seize this opportunity, they wouldn’t get another one!

The tribulation clouds were increasingly dense, and the darkness was increasingly heavy. Heaven and earth sank into a dark, oppressive atmosphere, and everything was deathly silent. An apocalyptic air permeated the skies.

Everyone could predict that when this tribulation arrived, Su Yi would suffer an extremely terrifying onslaught. He would likely fail, resulting in the dissipation of his soul. His enemies were eyeing him hungrily!

Suddenly, the low rumble of thunder resounded deep within the dome of heaven, and dazzling lightning flashed deep within the layered tribulation clouds, illuminating the entire landscape.

Everyone’s hearts shook, and their expressions changed.

Deep within the clouds, a funnel-like vortex revolved, churning the tribulation clouds. The resulting rumbling shook heaven and earth.

Multicolored tribulation light flashed deep within the electric vortex, but it emanated a calamitous, apocalyptic aura.

Even watching from a distance, the onlookers’ hearts and minds filled with indescribable terror.

“What a terrifying tribulation. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it was targeted at a Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator…” Wang Zhongyang muttered, his expression full of surprise.

He was from the Celestial River Realm, and he’d overcome a Tribulation of Spiritual Incarnation of his own. Furthermore, he was knowledgeable and experienced.

But this was still his first time seeing such a strange and taboo tribulation.

“This tribulation is fast approaching the level of my Tribulation of Spiritual Revolution! And it has an additional strange, taboo air about it…” Pu Jue’s expression shifted erratically; he too was stunned.

He dared so way with certainty that no Spiritual Incarnation cultivator of the Bright Sky Realm had ever undergone a tribulation as terrifying as Su Yi’s!

Su Yi’s expression was calm, without the slightest trace of emotion. He’d anticipated this grand tribulation, and he naturally wasn’t the least bit afraid.

“Fellow Daoist Su, will fighting here influence your mental state?” Wang Zhongyang suddenly asked with a smile.

Weng!

As he spoke, he swooshed his sleeves, and a black bronze bell rose up. Its surface was carved with designs of dancing demons.

Wang Zhongyang snapped his fingers, and—!

Clang!

A high-pitching, stinging chime reverberated throughout heaven and earth.

The Spirit-Seizing Demonic Bell.

This was a Spirit Dao treasure designed to attack the mind!

The distant onlookers felt a prickling pain in their minds, and they saw stars. All were astonished, and all of them circulated their cultivation bases to neutralize the bell’s effects.

Even Huan Shanglin, Xie Beizhi, and the others felt agitated, and their blood and qi churned. They couldn’t help but narrow their eyes.

Black sound waves spread around the bell, manifesting a pack of illusory demons that roared and charged at Su Yi.

Despicable! The Xia Emperor, Wen Xinzhao, and the others inwardly cursed Wang Zhongyang out.

Who could miss how insidious this was?

Su Yi stood in place, his hands behind his back, not moving in the slightest. It was as if he didn’t even notice.

However, when the charging demons manifested of the bell’s sound waves got within thirty feet of him, they collapsed with a bang and disappeared. 

“A petty little trick, not even worth mentioning.” Su Yi shook his head.

“If it can sway your mental state, it’s enough,” laughed Wang Zhongyang.

He snapped his fingers in rapid succession.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sharp chimes rang out in rapid succession. As the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Bell shook, circle after circle of sound waves spread out, manifesting illusory demons. The demonic horde filled the skies and charged at Su Yi.

At the same time, deep within the dome of heaven, tribulation clouds surged, and the lightning vortex rumbled without end. It showed signs of an imminent eruption.

Everyone who saw this visibly reacted. They had to admit that Wang Zhongyang’s timing was perfect; he targeted Su Yi’s mind right as he was about to undergo tribulation.

If it took effect, when Su Yi underwent tribulation, he would undoubtedly face terrifying peril. He would die, and his Dao would disappear with him!

However—

Su Yi stood there, not moving in the slightest, like an unshakeable boulder. The illusory demon horde charged at him, only to burst apart thirty feet away from him.

Nothing could get through!

Everyone present was wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

From beginning to end, Su Yi looked up at the sky. He didn’t so much as glance at Wang Zhongyang.

Wang Zhongyang’s habitual smile froze, his expression a bit overcast. He hadn’t anticipated that the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Bell wouldn’t sway Su Yi in the slightest!

“Everyone, attack together! We absolutely cannot leave Su Yi any chance of successfully overcoming his tribulation!” Huan Shanglin said suddenly. As he spoke, he raised his hand.

A string of glittering silver bells appeared amidst glittering, flowing light. Their jingling was strange and wondrous, like the music of the heavens.

The Heart-Plucking Bells! 

This was a similarly miraculous treasure. Anyone bewildered by the bells was rendered into a mindless puppet, as if their hearts had been plucked!

The Spiritual Revolution cultivators accompanying Huan Shanglin attacked as well. Some uttered invocations, their voices booming like spring thunder. Others roared inscrutable chants.

Others still activated their treasures and launched them at Su Yi.

Ten Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivators were attacking together. How could their combined power possibly be ordinary?

Incantations shook the air, and the light of treasures overflowed. The skies were thrown into disarray, as if they were on the verge of collapse.

The distant onlookers’ hearts trembled, and they were visibly astonished. 

The Xia Emperor, Wen Xinzhao, and the others’ hearts were on tenterhooks. They were more nervous than ever before.

Worst of all, the unprecedented tribulation brewing overhead chose this moment to erupt. A dazzling streak of tribulation lightning descended from within the electric vortex.

For a moment, all of heaven and earth was bright white. Its radiance stung the eyes.

The endlessly terrifying calamitous aura threw the skies into disarray. The air wailed, and the onlookers felt as if they’d been plunged into an icy abyss, or as if their souls had left their bodies. 

Wang Zhongyan, Huan Shanglin, Xie Zhibei, and the others instantly looked excited and eager. They were champing at the bit.

Su Yi’s tribulation had begun, and all manner of attacks were flying toward him.

How could he possibly survive such an onslaught?

But it was then that——

Su Yi, who’d been gazing up at the tribulation clouds all this time, laughed and murmured, “I didn’t sit here and prepare for this tribulation for seven days in vain…”

He’d only just said this when his tall, upright figure burst with radiant light. 

Forceful, unstoppable momentum soared into the heavens, like a long-dormant, unmatched sword finally revealing its edge.

His sleeves fluttered around him, like an immortal running his fingers through the clouds.

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Boom!

Huan Shanglin and the other Spiritual Revolution experts' Daoist magics and treasures were already upon Su Yi, and they were enveloped in terrifyingly powerful misty light.

However, when Su Yi swung his sleeves, the misty light filling the air shattered, and the treasures scattered with a bang.

Their terrifying encirclement had collapsed, just like that. 

Before the crowd even had time to feel astonished, Su Yi stepped into the air, casually raised his hand, and grabbed.

Dazzling tribulation fell like a waterfall, only for Su Yi to catch it barehanded.

Like a deity taking to the skies and capturing a celestial dragon!

Everyone was so astonished that they fell into a daze.